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(Here is the OOC thread
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(Forest is the main outdoor setting, with a river and falls. Then the village with the tavern on the outskirts. The village and tavern are in the center of the forest. I will finish this off later, as I am about to fall asleep.)

Under a tree not far away from Briena was a makeshift tent. Just inside the tent, sitting on the dry tarp, was a man in dark clothes. The wind battered the man's tent as a small blue fire just outside burned silently and gave off a ghostly light. The man's black hair swayed to the side a bit, revealing his red eyes. A sword lay next to him in a black scabbard. The man, Sage the son of Inferno the Angel of Death, had come here in hopes of finding a tavern, but the rain had come much too soon so he was forced to make camp under a dry tree.

Off in the distance, Sage noticed a small fire had been started in the worst part of the storm. Apparently someone else around here had some skill in magic. He sniffed the air a bit, trying to tell what sort of being had started the fire, but the rain diluted any scent that might have identified the mystery person.

Sage noticed that the rain was slowly stopping. Witha snap of his fingers, the blue fire in front of his tent went out. Sage quickly grabbed all his gear and put it back on his belt. As he rose from the tent, it magically came apart and turned into a very small pack that Sage threw over his shoulder. He started to slowly walk towards the tavern.

Everything in the tavern suddenly went dark and the air went cold as Sage entered.The barkeep stared at him with wide eyes "H-hello s-sir," he said stuttering "W-would you like a r-room?" Sage smirked, his eyes glowing red. "Yes, i would. The most expensive room you have." He said as he tossed a bag of gold coins onto the counter. The barkeep fumbled with a few room keys beofre picking out a red colored key. Sage took the key and slowly walked up the stairs.

Sage opened the door to his room, which was next door to Briena's, and looked around. This was the most expensive room? The walls were white and there were very few peices of furnature in the room. There was a bed covered with white sheets and blankets, a set of drawers made of painted oak, a vanity with a clear but small mirror, and a small bedside table. The washroom and closet were on the opposite side of the room. This was a room fit for.. a peasent. If this was the most expensive room in the tavern, the people here really had no taste in decoration.

Sage sighed as he slowly removed his pack and took off his sword belt. He hung both on some hooks on the wall then aproached the vanity. He gazed into the mirror at himself then picked up a comb. With a few strokes of the comb, Sage made his hair nice and neat again. Once he was pleased with his hair he sat on the bed. With a few words, he started a spell to tell exactly who was in the tavern.

Sage continued his spell, probing the minds of everyone in the tavern. There were few who resisted and most of them were human. This tavern was full of weaklings. Nothing but cattle. He probed the minds of the people upstairs now. Again, mostly weaklings, but there was one that radiated with a strange power and had a natural barrier protecting their mind. Sage ended his spell and felt a bit of his power drain from him. There was someone very strong in the room next to his.

Sage stared out the window at the flashing lightning and pouring rain. What a beautiful storm. Sage smiled and laid down on the bed. This room would suit him for as long as he was in the region, and there was an ample food supply just downstairs if his thirst ever took hold.

As the door of the Tavern opened for another new customer, the owner of the inn looked at the newcomer with weary eyes. The last two had upset him quite a bit, to his relieve they had headed upstairs and not caused any trouble with the folk downstairs. Especially the last one, had the man not known better he would have thought it to be a Vampire, but they would never venture so far from their own havens thought the man.

The sound of the closing door pulled the thoughts of the owner of the inn back to the present. His gaze was cast over the newly arrived customer for closer inspection and any signs of trouble. The simple garments immediately put the man at ease, monks would surely not cause any trouble. And both had paid more then enough to let the monk stay free of charge.

Not even the faint glow coming from the long blond hair which descended from the shadow cast by the hood could keep the man from sighing from relief. "Welcome to this humble abode of a Tavern, sir. Awful weather isn't it? May I get you anything?" Samael hadn't even spoken or he was guided to a still empty table near the wall with a clear view of the entire table. "Monks don't drink do they? I shall get you something to eat." And the man walked away to prepare some food.

Samael sat there, and observed his surroundings. Contemplating the reaction from the owner, something unnerving had happened earlier and he was clearly relieved by the arrival of something 'normal'. Had he expected a nightmare to unfold? "It seems there is some irony in this, being fed by charity while being mistaken for a normal monk." Samael thought to himself as he sat quiet and still at the table, observing his surroundings.

Sage bolted upward when he felt the new prsence entering the tavern. Out of reflex he had drawn the dagger from his sleeve. He looked nervously towards the door, who the hell was giving off this powerful presence? Sage got up from the bed and grabbed his sword belt. With a few motions he strapped it on and sheathed his dagger. He had to see the newcomer.

As Sage descended the stairs, a chill set over the room. Every patron suddenly went silent and their eyes went wide with sudden terror. Sage smirked when he saw the looks on their faces. He may have only been half vampire, but the aura he had inherited from his father was strong enough to make humans go insane from fear. Sage scanned the room until he saw the newcomer. He looked like a monk, but there was something stange about him...

Samael still had a plate in front of him on the table, steam rising from the indiscernible pile of brown and yellow which passed for food according to the person who served it to him.
Though a nod was cast in his direction, he was sure she had not been able to see his eyes.
Samael hadn't cared much for food in the first place, he wandered to contemplate his expulsion and study -mostly- the humans. Elves proved to be interesting at times as well, but their self indulgence and arrogance rivalled that of Angels.

The scene which had so suddenly unfolded in front of him was quietly observed. He had smelled the sweet scent which had suddenly changed the behaviour of the males within the room, but had not been affected. A tingling sensation was all that had befallen him, something he took note of with some surprise.

He followed her as she left. Why had she glanced at him before leaving? Perhaps she had expected him to intervene? Samael stood up slowly and made his way to the back to follow the woman, she was far more interesting then the humans in the Tavern. The owner of the inn, still too baffled to say anything, did not stop Samael.

Sage watched the newcomer leave, and knew what he was. the presence was so familiar he'd be a fool not to notice it. He walked after the monk, pushing aside all the worthless mortals who stared at him in awe. Sage was not going to let the monk get out of his site, and he too was interested in following the girl as well and since the monk was going in her direction.... Sage smirked and unbuttoned the holster in his sleeve.

He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the monk had stopped. The girl from earlier was standing before them with her sword drawn. PERFECT. Sage quietly let his knife drop into his hand. If the girl attacked the monk, he'd have a chance to 'help' her. When Sage saw the girl's hood fall back his eyes widened a bit. Her beauty rivaled any Vampire or Angel he had seen. She looked like a goddess.

Sage sighed as he watched the girl run away on a horse. Was he too intimidating? Maybe he should have suppressed his aura? Oh well, he'd just have to follow her and see why she ran. Sage glanced at the monk again. He;d have to wait.. With a sigh Sage dahed off after the girl. His enhanced speed would alloy him to catch up quickly, but just in case, Sage let his wings form on his back and took off into the air, leaving several black feathers trailing behind him. Once he had spotted Briena from above he darted glided towards her.